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       A WEEK TO GO

Photo by Bob Gentry 2001 Stanyan Entertainment

A Thought for Today

Ego should contribute to life, not override it.


Daisies and some half-striped tulips have gone on living in the hotel bedroom for near half a week. I'll have new roses for you and lilacs trucked in from the country by the barrel load. Bring me cider, if you can, Chatsford honey, some magazines and books and the Pennsylvania chemistry your friend cooks up. I doubt we'll need it, but whatever's fair.

I cannot wait to cup your buttocks in my hands and move down through your legs to England's heaven. To try again what has been tried and done - to walk with you through sunlit London even in the absence of the sun. To lie with you a hundred different ways and with you ahead through all the summer days.

I had intended to describe your mouth to you while looking at it, but another week of waiting is too long a time.. Your mouth is velvet on the inside like the underside of violets, or the outside of your eyes.. Wet it tastes like nothing half so much as your own mouth. Dry it hungers to be wet.

Your breath sometimes at night is like a mist, a thin grey fog that warms my neck when you move near. You seldom wake me though I drown in perspiration, yours and mine. Unknowingly your mouth takes me off to foreign places when my own rides up against it. We are passengers on trains and sailing ships with no destination, in no hurry. Time and again one rides against the other, a tug of war of tongues so gentle that we might not be touching tongues at all.

                                     - from Folio No. 7, Fall 1975

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Guns make lousy plowshares, but oh, they rust so beautifully. Think of how they'd look with snap beans crawling over them.

Need can drive you down the darkest alley and leave you there, beached and bloody, but still waiting for the next encounter.


She always planned
to go to him
          but didn't.
Now it would always be too late.
she bought roses, lilies,
whatever was abloom
         and perfect,
twice a week and brought them home,
arranged them on the table in the hall.
He would come to her.
The roses would dress up
an ordinary table.

Looking in a mirror
it was always her aloneness
that looked back at her
so all the looking glasses now were draped.
At night she knelt to needlepoint.
Like some eccentric Joan of Arc
long past her prime
she dreamed of scythe, not sword.

                                    - from "Valentines", 1986

1970, 1975, 1986, 2001 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan o Coordinated by Melinda Smith
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